Afterward, the two won waited constantly, and Secretary Xi also reported to Mu Yichen about Jian Yan’s condition and Qin Mu’s.
As the doctor passed by, he told them to go ho and wait, that the patient would receive the best care here, but neither of the two won wavered.
"Qinqin, do you want to go back?"
It was late at night, what ti exactly was unknown, when the two girls were sitting on the ground, gazing at the man inside the glass chamber when suddenly one turned to the other and asked.
Qin Mu was almost asleep, but when she heard the voice, she opened her eyes and smiled: No need.
"But Huanhuan..."
"Secretary Xi is there!"
Qin Mu was already out of strength, and after speaking, she turned her gaze back to the glass chamber opposite.
They were so close to each other, yet he was alone, circling the brink of Ghost Gate Pass.
At that mont, the whole area was eerily quiet, so much so that she could even hear her own heartbeat.
When Mu Yichen tried to call her, her phone had automatically turned off without her realizing, so Secretary Xi had to co to the hospital in the middle of the night once again, not leaving until she saw Qin Mu and Xiaoi still there, quietly taking a picture before she left.
Mu Yichen’s heart clenched as he saw the photo; she was always so foolish, repaying even the smallest kindness with her very life, yet she was clueless about looking after herself, which scared him as he feared she wouldn’t last much longer.
While they were anxious about not being able to accompany each other, back ho a storm had already started brewing; the gossip and entertainnt magazines were abuzz with reports that JY, the most mysterious and popular fashion designer of recent years, had a sudden heart attack in China and flew back to Paris for surgery. His devoted student, Qin Mu, had dropped everything to stay by his bedside without a mont’s delay, inevitably reminding people of a stunning ntor-student romance.
And at this mont, Jing Qing was still not in the city!
Feng Fanghua slapped the newspaper onto the coffee table in front of her with a force: Pure nonsense, what did I tell you?
The maid stood by her side, not daring to say much. Such news had been abundant over the past couple of days, and today a picture of Qin Mu holding Huanhuan by the operation room had been published, provoking Feng Fanghua’s anger to erupt.
"Get in touch with the CH dia; I want to speak to their leader," she commanded.
Feng Fanghua imdiately called an acquaintance, and afterward, she just stood behind the sofa, phone in hand, waiting. Her indignation was unabated when she loudly scolded the maid before the call: No matter where this news originated from, the dia knew full well that Qin Mu was staying with our Mu Family and still dared to publish such news. For this alone, I should sue them.
Soon her phone rang. Imdiately after seeing the unfamiliar number, she answered with a cold voice: Hello, this is Feng Fanghua!
It had been many years since she had announced her na with such haughtiness.
The person on the other side, however, didn’t share her presence or courage, their voice and tone exceedingly polite.
While Feng Fanghua was incensed by the entertainnt gossip of the past few days, Qin Mingzhu and Zhang Rujia were gleeful. After watching the entertainnt news on television, Zhang Rujia turned off the TV, then, after taking a sip of tea, calmly said to her daughter: Didn’t I say that retribution doesn’t co without its ti?
"Mom, now Qin Mu won’t be able to stay with the Mu Family anymore, right? Oh, who do you think leaked this to the dia?"
Dressed in a light green dress, Qin Mingzhu sat next to Zhang Rujia, her eyes rolling with calculation.
"Hmmph! Besides the Jing Family, which dia outlet would dare offend the Mu Family like this?"
On hearing this, Qin Mingzhu imdiately rembered what Jing Qing had ntioned to her previously, and with a slap of her hand exclaid: Oh, I rember now, Jing Qing has been having soone follow Qin Mu, hahaha, this will be good to watch.
"Just let them tear each other apart. Now is your chance to reap the benefits without involvent, don’t you see?"
Zhang Rujia’s eyes narrowed with cunning as she observed her daughter’s delight, not intending to let her daughter get drawn into this battle.
"Mhm, mhm!"
Qin Mingzhu nodded vigorously, assuring her compliance.
"And in front of your father, don’t show any pleasure, try to take Qin Mu’s side as much as possible."
"You’re making it hard for , aren’t you? At best I can keep silent, but to speak up for her?"
Qin Mingzhu sat up straight all at once, very reluctant to go along with the plan.
"Are you a fool? If you don’t do this, how can you convince your father that you truly see Qin Mu as a sister? And how can you make him believe that actually, it’s her ntor whom Qin Mu has feelings for?"
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